Sitting in the sunny
spot, like a cat.
My rocking chair
and stool squeezed
in a space
which puts me
up close to the
French doors onto
the deck.
The orioles are back
and have been flying
into the palm.
I do not see
them now,
but hear other
birds singing,
glad for this bright Sunday
and yesterday’s unexpected
spring rain.


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